Chapter two:
Jacen looked at Ja-ni. His Ja-ni. His equal, his light in the dismal life he had since he joined the dark side. His heart sank, slowly, until he couldn't feel it anymore.
Her warm green eyes, always filled with charm and happiness, like caramel. Her eyes were gone. In their place were the sickly yellow ones her grandfather had given her. They looked so artificial on her face. Jacen had to muster all his courage to keep from crying.
No you didn't. Said Jacen Solo.
Ja-ni lifted her chin. I did. There was no one to stop me. I didn't intend there to be.
He felt the Force construct around his body, slithering around him as though it was a snake. Because it was who Ja-ni was now, it was only fitting.
A snake. A murderous snake.
Jacen dropped to his knees. No. His Ja-ni of light. He could have prevented this. He regrets all of his previous attempt's to turn her. To sculpt her into something she wasn't.
Ja-ni rose from the throne. She walked down the steps, and Jacen could see Palpatine's essence above her. His gnarled hands were caressing her face above her, running them through her fiery red hair. For a moment, he seemed caring, like a grandfather.
But then he lifted his hand. They were caked with blood. Her blood. His blood. His family's line.
And he saw the string's attached to her arms. And her legs. And he saw the Emperor, with all the Sith over his shoulders, controlling her.
The Ja-ni he knew and loved was being controlled, like a marionette. The Sith were feeding her vicious desires, making her a feral beast. Injecting a poison into her soul that would rot the light away from her and give way for the beast to live.
Jacen could hear the Sith laughing as they engineered Ja-ni.
Give her a cloak! A black one!
Make her bloodthirsty. She can never be satisfied!
Give her fangs!
Make her feel pain. Scar her!
The Jedi are dead! The Sith are reborn!
Yes! Give her a saber. One as unstable and broken as she is!
Give her strength, power. And hunger for more!
Her precious Resistance is dead, Palpatine. Her body is ours, ours!
Palpatine laughed. Ja-ni laughed too, an infernal sound, that didn't feel like her at all. It was perfectly pitched to that of her grandfather.
Yes, friends. She is ours. She is mine. Said Emperor Palpatine from the dead.
Ja-ni walked over to Jacen and placed a hand on his throat. Wrisps of lightning crackled on her hands. She ran that hand along his face. Just the light touch burned and reopened the scar on his face. It hurt, like a thousand tiny swords were ripping away his skin. He roared in agony. Ja-ni only laughed.
She drew her purple lightsaber, and plunged it into his chest.
The last things Jacen saw was Ja-ni smiling, his blood on her face, as her tongue slipped out to drink it.
Blood of my blood. Granddaughter, the galaxy is yours. Emperor Palpatine said amongst the dead.
You are mine. Ja-ni replied to her grandfather.